Xia Houmao was responsible for leading the mule team, and the first few vehicles carried weapons and armor and other ordnance.
The brave and ruthless people were certainly delighted and even couldn't wait to wear it immediately.
But most of the ordinary people looked disappointed and immediately ran towards the back without any regrets.
Where's the food? We just want food!
So when the first cloth bag wrapping the grain was cut open and the rice flowed down like fine sand, and the most important item finally appeared in front of them, the crowd suddenly became shocked.
Deafening cheers sounded.
But what followed was the sound of quarrels and fights over food.
Farmers are honest but not stupid. The dilemma of living as a weakling for a long time has also made them uniquely cunning and sensitive when facing many things.
With the number of mule trains visible at a glance, and a brief assessment of the load of each mule train, most people have instinctively realized a problem.
There seems to be a lot of rice, which seems to be enough to satisfy everyone, including them and the women, children, old and young behind them, but how long can it satisfy them?
It won't be too long.
Everyone quickly comes to this judgment in their mind.
Therefore, driven by human nature's self-interest, even if it is to gain a moment more time to be full, internal fighting will immediately begin.
In front of food, the villagers who were once familiar and friendly have become the most annoying existence in each other's eyes.
This scene was also expected by Wang Zheng.
Most of the peasant uprising armies in history were a mob. From their inception to their failure, they always performed various unsightly acts, and the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans were certainly no exception.
What's more, the previous lessons and disappointments have made Wang Zheng very tolerant of these people.
Of course, this is just emotional restraint and tolerance, which does not mean that he will sit back and ignore it behaviorally.
So Wang Zheng, who had his own plan, did not act immediately when he saw this, nor did he rush to stop it. Instead, he strolled around more and more, while directly dividing 10 points from the 20 attribute points he had just obtained to the charm that he had never added before.
While slowly approaching the mule team.
As he approached, he was surprised by the first few faces he saw, and then he realized why.
When a person achieves enlightenment, a chicken or a dog can ascend to heaven. This has been the case since ancient times.
Wang Zheng couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He looked around at Wu Sheng, Xu Fang and other young men and said jokingly:
"As expected, all of us in Wujia Village are brave and strong men."
Because "Zhang Jiao's reincarnation" and the current leader of this team are both Wang Zheng, under the power of the fox and the tiger, the group of people who took the most aggressive actions at this time were the villagers of Wujiacun, that is, the elders of Wang Zheng and others.
For example, Wu Sheng's father, Wu Zhuang, was punching and kicking a man who was holding a rice bag and refused to let go, with a fierce look on his face.
Where is there any trace of the kindness of the past?
If this group of people only surprised Wang Zheng, then the other group of participants made him frown, and a cold look finally appeared on his face.
They were the Yellow Turban militiamen who had already joined the system team. Apart from Wu Sheng and others who were guarding them, the remaining hundreds of people were all robbing them.
Perhaps this is reasonable, at least from the perspective of the system, serving oneself and grabbing food are not mutually exclusive in nature.
When they heard Wang Zheng's ridicule, Wu Sheng and others all looked ashamed.
Those who have been with Wang Zheng for the longest time are all young men from Wujiacun. They have been influenced by what they have heard and seen. Although most of them are illiterate and never understand the big principles, they can vaguely feel that something is wrong.
It seems wrong for fellow villagers to do such a thing, and it is likely to arouse Wang Zheng's resentment.
At this time, everyone seemed to be angry. Just punching and kicking was not enough, and the past feelings had long been forgotten. So as the first person raised his sword, more and more people gradually showed murderous intent in their eyes.
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Seeing that the internal fighting was getting more and more intense, and it was about to come to a point where people were about to be injured and blood was drawn to determine whether they were alive or dead, a loud shout came out:
"stop!"
Seeing Wang Zheng show up and speak, the yellow scarf men were the first to stop. They were the able-bodied men selected by the system from among five thousand people, and they were also among the winners with the largest number of fights. However, Wang Zheng was beaten hard again.
Once an order is given, the order and prohibition are carried out almost like an instinctive reaction.
Seeing this, most other people also stopped.
Only a small number of people may have become red-blooded, or they may have lost their wits in front of the rations, and their little fear and obedience to Wang Zheng was no longer important at this moment. Instead, they thought, "Why should I listen to a young boy?"
Not only did it turn a deaf ear, it actually went too far.
One of them rushed to a mule cart without any scruples, waving a long knife in his hand and shouting wantonly:
"Get out of my way."
In front of the sharp sword light, the people in front of the mule cart showed fear in their eyes, and they immediately dispersed.
The man was feeling proud, but he didn't see his companions not far away. At this time, there was also fear in his eyes.
Just as the man was about to step forward to collect the loot, he suddenly felt his collar being pulled hard from behind. Then he stepped on the air and his entire body was off the ground, hanging in mid-air.
The man was stunned for a moment and was about to turn his head to look back when a voice that seemed to have no emotion at all sounded coldly.
"I said stop..." Lifting the other party casually, Wang Zheng shouted and asked: "Didn't you hear?"
Wang Zheng, who was already a tall man with long arms and legs, now stretched out his ape arms and carried an adult weighing a hundred kilograms, but his posture was casual, like a child holding a pen. This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and their hearts suddenly shivered.
After his charm increased, he was now more domineering and majestic than before. Others looked at him like a god, which made him feel heartbroken and even more frightened.
Divine grace is like the sea, Divine power is like prison.
The most direct manifestation is that the application information for joining the team pops up directly on the system screen. There are actually more than 30 people.
Even if others are watching from a distance, the person involved at close range will naturally feel more deeply and be frightened.
Although the man had his back to Wang Zheng and never faced him directly, the inexplicable lock on Qi and the aura shrouded him, which frightened him so much that he felt weak and weak, and his eyes directly showed submission and begging for mercy.
Unfortunately, he forgot that Wang Zheng behind him could not see this.
"boom!"
Wang Zheng raised his long arm and threw the man far away. His head hit the mountain wall a few feet away. Blood immediately flowed from his brain and he could no longer survive.
Everyone was used to seeing Wang Zheng kill people, but this was the first time they saw people from their own camp being killed by him. Suddenly, everyone fell silent, and the whole place fell silent.
"Is the edge of the sword meant to be pointed at your own family?"
Wang Zheng glanced at the remaining few people coldly and asked sternly: "Do you only dare to show your bravery when facing the villagers and elders?"
"Everyone has a share of this batch of supplies, regardless of whether they are food or weapons. Why do we need to rob them?" Seeing those people surrendering, Wang Zheng pointed to the mule cart and asked, "Why do we need to rob them?"
"If we haven't stated it before, we won't care about the past."
As he spoke, he turned to point at the man's body and his voice became louder again:
"But if anyone dares to point a weapon at his comrades again, this will be his fate!"
Having said this, Wang Zheng paused, looked at everyone, and his tone softened:
"This is not the first time that we Qingzhou people have rebelled. I know that you are all good men and are not afraid of death, but do you still want to become a loser again like the previous times?"
"Do you still want to continue to bear the contempt and contempt?"
Hearing this, many people's eyes darkened, and many more looked ashamed.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Wang Zheng felt a little comforted. After all, it was not beyond hope.
This group of Qingzhou people have lost the courage that an army needs most, but they have not lost the sense of honor and shame that a man should have.
If you know your shame, you will be brave.
"Why did it fail several times before?"
"Why can't 400,000 people defeat tens of thousands of officers and soldiers?"
"Why can't 300,000 people defeat Cao Cao's 10,000 people?"
"Have you ever thought about the reason?"
A series of questions made many people start to think in shame and annoyance.
They used to feel that losing was a natural and natural thing, because they were thieves and those people were officers. Officers and soldiers should be stronger than thieves and soldiers.
But he never considered the disparity in numbers, and it shouldn't have ended like this.
No matter how strong a man is in the countryside, he cannot beat forty with one.
Even forty old men and forty children can crush a strong man to death.
However, with their limited knowledge of the times, it is difficult to figure it out. At most, they can only think about physical differences and equipment differences. Those are considered to be some knowledgeable and wise people among the common people.
So Wang Zheng took the initiative to tell the answer.
"Because neither the Great Master nor the previous team has any rules."
Wang Zheng looked around the audience and said word for word: "If we don't want to face failure like before, our team must have rules."
rule?
Doesn't this word mean honest?
In rural areas and villages, when someone praises a certain farmer, they often say, "He is a well-behaved person."
But no matter how stupid people are, they know that the rules Wang Zheng mentioned are probably not the rules they understand.
A confused countryman couldn't help but asked anxiously: "What are the rules?"
"It's very simple." Wang Zheng smiled gently at the country man, but there was no smile in his smile.